Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 407 Summoning Meteorites

Deep within the silent, dark underground chambers of the Cold Palace, Zhang Yuqian, like an ancient sleeping god, gradually awakened from a long meditation. His eyes slowly opened, barely visible, yet a strange light flickered faintly between them, like distant, mysterious stars in the deep night sky. Beside him, a stone, seemingly imbued with life and spiritual energy, began to tremble slightly, then slowly lifted itself off the ground and floated upward. Its ascent was incredibly steady and slow, as if defying gravity's constraints, inch by inch, until it reached eye level with Zhang Yuqian.

Zhang Yuqian's lips moved slightly, and a barely audible "go" uttered, a sound that seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space. The sound was ethereal and profound, like the beginning of an ancient spell. The stone, as if given a clear mission, traced a smooth, graceful arc through the air, drifting toward the center of the lake. At first, its speed was as leisurely as a leisurely cloud, but as it approached the center, it suddenly accelerated, plunging straight into the water like a streak of silver lightning. With a loud splash, the tranquility of the lake was instantly shattered. Ripples, centered on the point of impact, spread outward, layer upon layer, like the rings of time, recording the execution of this mysterious command.

Meanwhile, atop the majestic gates of Beixuan City, Imperial Secret Agent 994 stood shoulder to shoulder with Beixuan City Lord Xiang Hongxuan, their gazes like eagles fixed on the distant forest. Within the woods, energies crisscrossed like materialized webs of light. From time to time, powerful bursts of energy erupted from the battle circle, uprooting trees and shattering rocks like fragile tofu, sending plumes of dust billowing into the air, partially obscuring the sky.

Jiujiusi's entire body was tense, like a fully drawn bow. His eyes were filled with vigilance and focus, not missing a single subtle shift on the battlefield. Xiang Hongxuan's brows were furrowed, a look of worry evident on his face. His heart was shrouded in the haze before a storm. He was well aware of the complexity and severity of this battle, as if he had a premonition that a huge crisis was about to sweep across the battlefield, and that Beixuan City might be ruthlessly dragged into it, becoming an innocent victim.

At that moment, a blinding flash of light suddenly streaked across the sky. A meteorite, trailing a long, brilliant tail of flame, plummeted towards Lin Feng's battlefield at a terrifying speed, like an angry messenger from the depths of the universe. Jiujiusi's eyes widened instantly, almost popping out of their sockets. Shock and disbelief filled his face. He subconsciously exclaimed, "No way! A meteorite would appear at this hour?" His voice shrill with extreme surprise. His body uncontrollably leaned forward, as if trying to stop this sudden disaster with his own strength. His hands instinctively reached forward, but he could only grasp at empty space, his eyes filled with bewilderment at this unforeseen turn of events.

Xiang Hongxuan was also stunned by this sudden change. His mouth was slightly open and could not close for a long time. He muttered to himself: "This...what on earth is going on?" In addition to confusion, his eyes were more filled with uneasiness and fear. His heart seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss. An ominous premonition surged into his heart like a tide, as if a catastrophe was about to befall, and he was powerless to resist.

On the battlefield, Lin Feng was trapped in a desperate situation. His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, each breath accompanied by a wheezing sound like a bellows in his throat, as if draining all the air from his lungs. Sweat streamed down his forehead, cheeks, and neck like rain, soaking his clothes. His clothes clung tightly to his body, outlining his slightly hunched figure from exhaustion, yet he remained stubbornly upright. The light of the Star Blade in his hand grew dimmer, like a candle about to go out. The armor on his body also became dim, like a candle in the wind, which could dissipate at any moment, no longer providing him with a trace of protection. Despite this, his eyes still burned with an unyielding fire. He stared at the enemy before him, holding the Star Blade tightly in his hand, as if it was the only barrier between him and death. He roared in his heart: "I will never surrender, even to the last moment!"

The five men besieging him were no better. Under the powerful suppression of the Star Realm, their cultivation was forcibly suppressed. Every attack was like struggling through a quagmire, each step difficult. The multiplied gravity made their movements sluggish and clumsy. Their once agile and graceful figures now seemed to be burdened by heavy shackles, their movements deformed and slowed.

Jiang Cheng's swordsmanship had long lost its initial sharpness and freedom. Every thrust of his sword seemed weak and powerless. His eyes were filled with fatigue and helplessness. He looked at the long sword in his hand, as if blaming it for not being sharp anymore.

Chang Jihou's spear was no longer as powerful as it once was. The movement of the spear tip was like rusty machinery, slow and sluggish. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which kept sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the ground at his feet, splashing tiny dust.

Although Guan Jinsong's body was strong, he was now showing signs of fatigue. The speed of his fists had slowed down significantly. Every attack seemed to use up all his strength, as if he was fighting an invisible enemy. Veins bulged on his face, and he gritted his teeth, trying to squeeze more strength from deep within his body.

Duan Yin's whip techniques were no longer flexible and varied. The long whip danced in the air stiffly and mechanically, like the arm of a puppet without control. Her face was slightly pale, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes revealed a hint of fear and uneasiness, as if she had a premonition of approaching danger.

It was extremely difficult to swing the revolver's axe. Every time he lifted it, it felt like he was carrying a mountain. His eyes were full of despair and unwillingness. Looking at Lin Feng in front of him, his heart was full of resentment. Why was this seemingly weak opponent so difficult to deal with?

Just as everyone was exhausted and the battle had reached a stalemate, Jiang Cheng and Guan Jinsong almost simultaneously noticed something unusual in the sky. They instinctively looked up and saw a meteorite hurtling towards them at an alarming speed. The massive shadow quickly grew larger in their eyes, like the gaping maw of death, ruthlessly devouring everything.

"This...what is going on?" Jiang Cheng's voice was filled with obvious fear. His eyes were instantly panicked, and he almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand steadily. With a "clang", the sword collided lightly with the ground, making a crisp sound, but he was unaware of it and just stared blankly at the sky.